Ok, so I've been back for the past three weeks and have made the requisite visit to lovely Penang already.
It gets lovelier year by year. Sigh. I tell myself that if there's any other place I'd rather be than Subang itself, it's got to be Penang. FOSHO!
Driving there is hell though, 'cos drivers there are hellish themselves (with the exception of my relatives, 'cos they're the chauffeurs :P)

Have been reunited with the ancient piano, the ivories are sorely the wrong frequencies, but not in relative to each other, which is still okay. Haven't been playing Bach, but loving Chopin more and more. I still suck with Fantasie Impromptu, sigh. Otherwise, I would like to refurbish this piano of mine.

The weather has been rather unpleasant though, 'cos the heavens are crying for some reason (reading the newspapers, I wouldn't be surprised of the reason(s), whatever they may be).
But otherwise, I think I love the heat more than the chilly winters of Down Under.
Malaysia is truly my home. I would not give up the land where my blood has spilt (sounds rather grotesque haha) for anything. I hope I don't change my mind, because I refuse to submit to childhood fickleness, especially not when I'm two decades old.

Can't wait for my pending trip to Japan, WOOOOOOOOOOOO
it's gonna be during the height of winter there, oh dear I hope I don't grumble the trip away (LOL)

Hmmm, talking about Japan, had a funny rencontre with some Japanese ladies the other day on the flight to Penang. The output of the meet: pretty lady's email. Hope I can somehow meet them again in Japan :)

Till then, I'll just bask in the life of a student, not wanting to return to the mundanities of school life.

I have to grow up one day. That day isn't here yet. Please don't come too soon

To get the good goods, you have have to fork out the good money.
Is it just me or is every Tom, Dick and Harry (and their ladies' equivalent) having an SLR these days?

I'm not much of a photo-taker myself but I think that the DSLR is heaps superior in photo quality.

The only drawback (for me) is that it is cumbersome. But I guess one would overlook that eventually when they see the end results of their wonderfully (expensive) toy.

I want a nice superior camera too. Tokyo is going to be so.... the stuff of songs. Which reminds me..

Now that I'm here in Sydney, a place purportedly the stuff of dreams, with its exceeding metropolitan lifestyle and infrastructure, modern and eclectic beauty, I guess you could say this place draws people to come and give it a go.
I don't know if it's just me, but this 'awe' that I once associated with this place has subsided, and it feels just like any other city (not really like KL, though). And then a thought came to my mind, you know how a ton of famous brands' paper bags have on it the names of big cities like London, New York, Paris, etc.? THESE three are like staples, but Sydney is not.
And then when it comes to songs, you hear lines with New York, or Tokyo, some far off country in the east, in it..... but never Sydney.
I know i haven't listened to all the songs ever created in the world, but Sydney just hasn't come across any mainstream artists' lyrics. Disappointing? Or is Sydney just plain boring and the fact that everything Down Under is, well, down under and nobody gives a damn?


Ok, the AUD money battle has lost. OH DEAR



It would have been cool if I had learnt economics, then I would have been able to understand the workings of currencies the world over and well, the world in general.

From what I understand, economics is not just about money, it's also about attitudes driving the currency that makes it a very interesting subject.

Okay, so now, about the post title, I was browsing (window shopping, whatever) through eBay US and discovered that the AUD is > USD.

ELATED~~~~~~


The fact that the AUD is on par with the USD make everything seem equally cheap and affordable (I have lost the ability to convert in to RM). This fact, however, does not make it any better for the moths already in my wallet.

A poor attempt at trying to recreate the logos of the two giant online shopping malls. I'm trying to use less borrowed material off the Internet is my excuse.

I have already spent quite a vomit-inducing amount on stationery (VERY excellent stationery, in my defence), but I added with this new rise in the AUD, I can't seem to control myself.

Btw, am still having two major papers in the next 2 days. Bless us all students-with-exams!

The more I watch and see these sort of beautiful songs and illustrations and how much they pour their feelings into it,




the more I wish I was doing something else instead of this.
"A place where someone is thinking of you, that's where you can return to."
This is just a random thought.

I know that most people have their own quirks when it comes to playing an instrument. I think I have mine - being a bit stiff and rigid (both in posture and in playing) even though I might think I'm quite fluid.

A few weeks ago, I attended my university's orchestral performance, and quite frankly, I was quite impressed. I might not be a classical music connoisseur, but I think classical music is very refined stuff.

The highlight of the night would most probably go to the solo pianist, who was a pretty lady, around my age I'm sure. She has quite an impressive musical background, hailing under the tutelage of someone VERY big (I'm not sure who, refer to non-classical music connoisseur statement above), and she played the piece quite brilliantly.

The one thing I deem as my pet peeve with musicians is this: they tend to leave their mouth gaping while playing their instrument. What are you gaping at may I ask? I'm sorry, but it really looks so.... uncool. Another thing to add to pet peeves is when they start moving/gyrating their whole body apparently to 'the music' as they say, but they seriously look like they just had an orgasm, or something like that. I don't think people usually show their orgasmic reactions to the public do they?

Take Lang Lang for example:


Don't get me wrong; I really respect him for his incredible piano skills; he is definitely one of China's more prolific exports today, and yes, he is no doubt an awesome pianist.
I just find it so over-the-top (OTT) with the gyrating and 'high' look whilst performing. If I had watched this performance there, I might burst out laughing and then be showed the way out for doing so.

If you can look up in the air and not look at your fingers while playing (really cool stuff, imo), why don't look at your audience or fellow orchestral accompaniment? You know... engage with people, not get lost in your own 'fantasy high' or whatchamacallit.

Yes, so random. I kinda miss my piano and how it feels when I touch it. *high*


Now with much (just slightly) time on my hands, here's a girly celebrity crush statement:


I'm in love with Switchfoot all over again. AHHHHHHHHHHHH Jon Foreman! *very random*
Dare You to Move was SUCH a HIT. Gosh, thank you Switchfoot for that song.

Switchfoot (and Jon, especially), I heart you.


Now, taking on a more acquisitive air.

I have a few things I'd like to get by the year end.

For the last >7 years of playing the guitar, I've never actually owned my very own one. It all started when my sister bought one many years back, tried it out for a few months, and then ditched it (seriously, it was beginning to collect a mountain of dust). I thought I'd give it a go, and that was the start of something really cool for me. (learning a new instrument is cool!) So, it all started with her guitar. I never actually had my own.

Though I'm not an accomplished guitarist (given the amount of years that's elapsed), and my playing is limited to strumming and a few plucking riffs, I deem myself an able guitarist.
I just... I JUST..... would like my own guitar (because that old guitar of the sister's is severely out of shape and it's time for it to... RIP. Yes, even instruments have to expire)

So, I can have one my own, right? It's ABOUT TIME Y'ALL!
All I need to do is find a way to fund it. I have set my eyes on a nice entry-level Fender, or a Takamine or Yamaha. Maybe some Spanish-made ones too would be nice.

Oh my, you look so beautiful tonight.


Second thing to acquire: COPIC markers. They are an artist's ultimate tool. In no way am I implying myself as an artist, but aspirations require the necessary tools to jump-start them, right?
They are like.... produce watercolour-like drawings, but with the ease of a pen.
They are just.... indescribably a-w-e-s-o-m-e.
I just hope that if I do decide to get them, I wouldn't be like some deer in the headlights once I get my hands on them for real.... as a phrase I like to quote when confronted with too much info/choices at once - 'Paralysis by Analysis'.

Image taken from melstampz.blogspot.com
This was done with Copic markers and liner pens. So nice so nice.

#3 - Driving skills. I so need the guts to take the wheel with little instruction and no nerves. This is the hardest of the three. Not the most expensive, just the most... gutsy.


Ok, stop. Enough blabbering. My first paper's next Wednesday, oh boy. Here we go again. And then I'll be done with 2nd year. BANZAI <------ Japanese! Japan! Nihon ikimasu!



On my usual path to the grocers, I would pass by the perimeter of the local hospital. Yesterday, while walking on that route, there was this lady sitting by the perimeter, taking a break. She was smoking away (I wouldn't have paid any attention to people sitting by normally, except if they were, say, smoking or making out, etc.).

For a few seconds, I couldn't help feeling slightly appalled when I saw that she had on the 'NSW Health' uniform.
NSW Health logo taken from google. I do not own this.
NSW Health: Keeping citizens of NSW healthy and happy. (BAH)

A person in the health industry smoking.
It's like, a painfully overweight person promoting a fitness centre. It's just not.... fitting.

It just strikes me as a huge hypocrisy, but I guess working in a certain industry doesn't mean you're bound by the apparent rules of said industry. It would be sore point, but not altogether a cause for concern.

Which brings to mind the question of leading by example. I cannot but believe that we are the products of those who raise us. I think that as much as we are wired a certain way, there is surely just as much influence from our guardians/parents.
So, in the famous words of Gandhi "You must be the change you want to see in the world," lead by example, guys.

When you my dear friends become parents, be a good example to your kids. Throw the bad, and take the good (bak kata pepatah 'Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih...').
They become us. They become the bad us as well.

The point here to make is, you can't be all talk and no action. In fact, be more action than talk.
I hate that about people - going on and on about being a certain way when they're clearly not like that either. Hypocrisy is one of the worst things about people. I dare say that politicians are the number one hypocrites hands down today.

I am still thinking about the proposition by some obstinate group of people, remarked in previous post.

Ok, this is disturbing news involving tax payers' money and how they'll be handling that.

5 billion is a non-trivial sum. It definitely approaches infinity from my financial perspective.

Look, this kind of sum is better spent elsewhere. We already have a nice pair that almost risked being a white elephant standing tall in the city, why have another one?

SERIOUSLY?

There is surely better use for that kinda money. I can list to you some really practical uses for it, namely:
1) Help the poor. I was quite sad to read about the poor scrap metal collectors who are reduced to living under a flyover. Socio-economically, we are very much behind. When there is an awful disparity between rich and poor, you know you have to fix something. Let's just say
2) The public schools and education system. From my own experience, public schools are under-funded, and in order to make things happen, the schools themselves have to raise funds (although I admit it can be quite an enjoyable process, there should be more focus on education rather than marketing, etc.)
3) The environment. I think this country is severely behind in the ecologically friendliness department.
4) Give more scholarships.
5) Education (deja-vu). I cannot stress enough how important education is. We need a nation of brains, not rubbish.

Furthermore, if one wants to argue this from the perspective of national pride and tourism, consider this: people go travelling to a place to see what that place has to offer naturally. The emphasis here is 'naturally', not some concrete structure that every country has already, and is therefore nothing delightfully special.
Spoil the environment even more, why don't you.

Some people higher up there are just so incredibly smart when it comes to 'spending' money.
If there is some kind of ulterior agenda under these sleeves of the stupid, let's bring it out in the open and debate it out. What's democracy if you want to use taxpayer's money for another stupid project that's as good as lighting a fire and burning money?

I'm seriously disappointed. If there is anything I can do to stop it, let me know.


This is an excellent (or annoying, your preference) play of words. Now, here it is:

Which is better, eternal happiness or a ham sandwich? It would appear that eternal happiness is better, but this is really not so! After all, nothing is better than eternal happiness, and a ham sandwich is certainly better than nothing. Therefore a ham sandwich is better than eternal happiness.


Brilliant rationalizing.
I find that some people can be so impassioned when they complain and point out the bad stuff about something. Complain so zealously, even for the smallest things.

But when it comes to the good stuff, things that you can shout praises to and rave about, they do it without the same zeal. (almost nil really)

I find it rather..... sad? Is this what you call cynical?

I thought I was cynical, but I think putting a smile on people's faces rather than having them agree with you at how messed up something trivial can be as more fulfilling.

: )
I remember back in the day when I was this puny little kid, I would always vote for fast food over the normal coffee-shop meal.

Now, I kinda detest fast food (although fries still hold an unhealthy place in my cardiovascular health heart).

Today, while sitting reading my book in uni with chips for lunch (I'm seriously a bad eater), I looked over to my side to see two Chinese girls having a rice+dish for lunch.
At the moment, in my mind, I thought to myself that I'd give anything for a decent meal like that. It looked so simple but delicious.

Gosh, I can taste the beautiful taste of my dad's simple dishes.
Or Malaysia's wonderful cuisine fair.
Oh man, those Ramadhan Bazaars.
Oh those roadside stalls, OH BOY.
Glorious food. I love you Malaysia, despite your political and economical woes.

Sometimes, it takes just three words to push you back on your feet.

Do your best.

No one asks you to be elite.
You just have to do your best.
Because when you do, and since there isn't anything better than 'the best', you know you've done enough.

I'm glad to have gone for mass at 6 pm today. I might not have heard Fr. Peter's sermon if I hadn't.

I pray for strength through trying times, and love in my heart for all the goodness in my life.
funny gifs - Curse you, bukkit.
People's ignorance can be very annoying.

To me, the type of ignorance that is 'blissful' is the kind where not knowing doesn't hurt you, like if you had someone spit in your food but you never knew they did because your food didn't look/taste/smell foul, and you lived the next day, or even exclaiming that the food was delicious, then yes, that's bliss right there.
The kind of ignorance that isn't is the kind where you're like some kind of hermit living in the mountains without a knowledge of the rest of the world. But the problem is, you're living in the middle of the world.
Look, if there are things that impact your lives, maybe not immediately, how can you not take note of it?
General knowledge should not be taken lightly; you never know when such knowledge can save you butt from severely embarrassing situations.
I don't mean like, celebrity gossip, like. Who cares if someone has had, like, a boob job? Or whether he has been, like, unfaithful to her, like OMG?
Maybe discussing about the morals of body modification or fidelity has more meaning than such superficial crap.

There are more serious things to tackle in this world than more trees being cut to make tabloids of exaggerated bullshit.
Can we deal with wars, religious extremists, racism, gender inequality?
Not about 'how to wear your hair to a prom', or 'Justin Bieber's smile ANALYSED".
Bloody hell, go get a life.



Visit here where I actually put up pictures (not of me though).
Color Matching Combinations for Clothing

  • Baby pink: browns, tan, mint green, olive green, gray, turquoise
  • Dark pink (fuschia): gray, tan, yellows, lime green, mint green, browns
  • Tomato red: baby blue, mint green, creamy white, gray
  • Cherry red: blues, gray, pale orange, pale yellow
  • Light brown: pale yellow, creamy white, blues, greens, purples, reds
  • Dark brown: lemon yellow, baby blue, mint green, baby purple, lime green
  • Tan: baby pink, dark brown, blues, greens, purples
  • Dark orange: pale yellow, forest green, browns, cherry red
  • Lemon yellow: cherry red, browns, blues, gray
  • Golden yellow: gray, browns, blues, reds, black
  • Lime green: tan, browns, pinks, dark orange, navy blue, gray
  • Forrest green: oranges, light brown, tan
  • Olive green: tan, browns, grays, creamy white, black,
  • Mint green: brown, gray, navy blue, reds, gray, tan
  • Turquoise: fuschia, cherry red, tan, browns, creamy white, dark purple
  • Electric blue: golden yellow, tan, light brown, gray or silver
  • Baby blue: reds, gray, browns, dark orange
  • Navy blue: baby purple, tan, brown, gray, yellows, oranges, greens, reds, pale colors
  • Baby purple: dark orange, dark purple, olive green
  • Dark purple: tan, pale yellow, gray, turquoise, mint green, pale orange
If you had one too many things to do, just let go of some and do the ones you can.

If you had had one too many dreams to pursue, just forget most of them, and work on one.
It's hard enough as it is to pursue a dream; having one takes the strain out of holding on to so many and not succeeding at any.

Back in the day when we still wore uniforms to school, there wasn't this feeling of dread that engulfs me on the Sunday night before the semester commenced.

Now, when there's more freedom (at least in terms of apparel choice), I just don't want to go back.

Oh well, here's to the new semester.
(The holidays evade me too quickly.)

To the rest of my holiday-ridden friends, Happy Holidays still. Cheers
.... if I were like this little puppy, I'd..... be more active.

They say that the power of the human mind is nothing short of astounding.

There's something called an 'imagined' pregnancy (aka pseudocyesis) where a woman's belly expands as though she were carrying a baby, when in fact she's not. This happens mostly because the woman in question convinces herself so instensely that she's pregnant to the point where her abdomen expands and even starts to produce milk for an imaginary unborn child. See what I mean by the power of the human mind?

Hmmmm. So what happens after nine months of lying to oneself? False labour pains and a baby? Don't think so.

Ok, so that's one example of non-beneficial mind power. (no baby, come on, how is that beneficial? Oh, wait a minute....)

Anyway, I think the thing with the human mind is that if you can lie to yourself convincingly enough to the point where it's not even denial anymore, but becomes a truth, it can happen. (Some people go mad like this, so let's keep things in the sane line of thought).

There's a saying, think yourself rich, or think yourself thin, (just replace the adjective with whatever you dream of. As for me, I would like both). There's some truth there.

Lie to yourself enough to the point where your mind gears itself to achieving nothing but that.

Imma lose those 5 lbs this winter. Imma do it imma do it. And.. Imma do it. Somehow, someway...

To friends who are in the midst of exams, ALL THE BEST. Think yourself smart. ;)
Tant que vous n'avez pas d'amis, vous n'êtes pas unique au monde
Because you have no friends, you are not unique in the world.

On ne peut pas mourir pour vous.
One cannot die for you.

--extrait paroles de la chanson 'Puisque c'est ma rose' (La comédie musicale Le Petit Prince)
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Que cherchons-nous? Dans la vie? Dans ta vie?

Je ne sais jamais.
Ok, the semester ended (without a BANG but whatever)

here's to S1, and now the next battle: The exams.

I have two papers on the last day, brilliant I tell you.

Final battle indeed.

Cheers, y'all.
There is nothing that you cannot Google and not find. (I'm not sure if I got the negations right)

So much so that the verb Google has become part of contemporary speak; Oxford made it to be so. Awesome. Google, you are more powerful than the President of the United States. (Sorry Obama)


On the flipside, liberal access to information is... dangerous, no? You can learn anything, from flute-playing to knife-sharpening to... OH boy, really down-and-naughty stuff, maybe even cruel-intent-things-to-do. Like that girl who was abducted and murdered by men she befriended on FB. God, bless her family.

But if you're like me and you're sane, inquisitive (for inconsequential things) and you have nobody you wish to spite (maybe just stalk), the internet can be resourceful, that's right.
Though, it does take up a lot of your time, especially if you're profile-surfing on FB (the 'deactivate' button is calling out to me)

I wonder what life'd be like without the internet(oh NO then where'd the iPhone be?)
Well, then there wouldn't be this blog. Haha. Ok, not funny, but seriously, the world wouldn't be so small, and that makes it all the more interesting, no?
Access to information can be a pain.

Good night world. The brain and back is aching.
I think this blog is going to explode from boredom. POOF



There was one point in time when I thought this word was over-used.
But when it comes down to it, we juxtapose all the time anyway.
Between ourselves and the rest of the world. How much we lack, how much more we could have done, etc.
Read off a friend's blog, about how if only there was a GPS that can point us to the right direction in life, the direction we should be heading. If only it was that easy. A GPS of the soul.

GPS:"Say yes to so-and-so(insert name here)."

GPS: "Do not procrastinate. Make that call tomorrow."

But it ain't that easy. I just pray, pray... and that's all I can do, for now.
dreams, hopes, regrets, hurt.....

We move on, we move on...

Oh, how I wish I was back in kindy, or high school. Being under the weather is so no fun.
J'aime le piano parce que c'est un beau instrument.





How I miss playing the piano.
...be more honest with each other?

I think everyone deserves the truth.
Even the Bible says that "..the truth shall set you free."
So everyone needs to hear the truth. Everyone should set the record straight with each other, whatever the truth is that would set it straight.
I respect people who know how to tell you the truth without hurting you badly, because those who do the former without being able to do the latter in tandem will inadvertently become labelled as blunt.
But even so, credit goes out for you who tell the truth. God knows how far left in the dark we can all become.

I don't know why people take offence in being told that
e.g. they're not to some extent attractive physically, whether it's the look, or the weight, or the combination of both. Like, if you're fat and I tell you you're fat, so be it. Being fat is not an evil; it's just a state of being. One good thing about being told fat as compared, to say, being short is that with being fat, you're still able to alter it i.e. through sheer exercise, but if you're short, sorry honey, heels can be some sort of help(if you have a problem with being short in the first place), but I don't know about the male population who are.
I personally don't think anyone should have a problem being fat unless they
1)constantly complain about their damn weight but still guzzle up a pack of chocolate everyday or something along those lines OR
2)if they can't climb up a short flight of stairs without panting heavily. Now, that's some serious issue so go start an exercise program. Or join the biggest loser and win a whole load of money.

Ok, I digress.
Whatever it is, if something is bad, don't bullshit and say it's good. If something bothers you, why should you have to keep it inside? Those who are being told the truth should not take it to heart; be an adult and LISTEN and get it. If you don't think you deserved that, then sit down and talk about it. Don't be idiots who start a war with each other over something that you could fix once and for all.

Sometimes though, some truths can be harder to accept. I think I know what it's like; but it's up to you how you want to handle the truth.
Some people just won't change for the better if they don't hear it. And I'm sure at least 1 in 10 people know someone who could use some truth-telling.

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But you know, to every saying, there's always one to counter it.

If "The truth sets you free", why then "Ignorance is Bliss"?
If "Patience makes the heart grow fonder,", what does "Out of sight, out of mind" mean?
Bother.
Do you love my work? This is a D Flip-flop built using 3 ICs. Very confusing work :S

C'est très beau, non?

As a student, one's sole occupation is to study, hence the occupation of being a student.
I love (and hate) being a student. For one, you get to learn new things, and this is good for one's brain. For sure, no joke. Prevents early onset of stupidity. Also, no joke.

Sometimes, in all the tangles of school work, assignments and what-nots, do remind ourselves that we'll miss all this once we leave for the real world a.k.a. WORK.

Alors. J'aime flip-flops, le français and autres choses. Et vous?

Money makes me worried. I hate talking about money, whether it's about gaining, spending or losing it, I just hate it when we have to discuss about anything related to money.

Life is more than money, but without money, how can we live life? Like, practically?

word of the day: avarice.
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

--Albert Einstein
Earth Hour at 8.30pm yesterday.

Looked out the window and wondered if anyone within 100m radius of us watched the same TV channels.

It was like Earth Hour was limited to our unit. Fantastic.

In all honesty (cynical mode- ON) what is Earth Hour about? Why is it just an hour? I personally felt immobilized in that one hour, with no light, no laptop, no nothing turned on. (Yes, we did it a little extremely. Oh, now that we think about it, we didn't turn the refrigerator and router off. BLAH)

Ok, maybe it does make a difference, if the big city lights and buildings and skyscrapers with 209630765973 lights on one floor followed Earth Hour, and 192876391872369 residential homes. Yes, a big cut in electricity usage would be recorded in that one hour. Hurrah.

But in the other 364.9 days of the year, where is our concern for the environment? We cause the destruction of us, look at the environment, look at the climate change. Enough said.
Are we looking for a population boost? Hmph. Good luck in looking after the environment then.
Why can't we have something like Earth YEAR or something? That will show the holier-than-thous.
Making yourself feel good knowing you did something good for the environment in only that one hour last night is complete BS. If the rest of the 364.9 days we continue to leave the lights on, overuse water, buy things we don't need, throw things we could have recycled, the list goes on, we're just putting it upon ourselves.
We'll be completely immobilized then.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.

You cannot help the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.

You cannot further the brotherhood of man by encouraging class hatred.

You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.

You cannot build character and courage by taking away man's initiative and independence.

You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they should do for themselves.
Abraham Lincoln.
Yes, I like the gaim.

On a different note, the pseudo subtle signs that my maths tutor has shown over the last few weeks allows me to label him a racist.
A racist SOB.
I could be wrong, but there's something sinister in that look of his. He really doesn't seem encouraging in the slightest bit.
Na-ah.

Just another update for the week. There's really nothing exciting to speak of except for the fact that I have two class tests tomorrow (banzai!:-/) and Wednesdays are my 8 hour-long days (OMG, that's looooooong).

Je m'appelle Germae. Demain, j'ai deux tests. À bientôt!

word of the day: temps(en anglais, temp est 'time')

Merci beaucoup.
Funny how some "profound" things get thought up on a stationary bicycle.

It's difficult to cycle with your butt off the seat when you have a strained back and aching glutei, but you know, you do it anyway because. Well. BECAUSE.... it helps you feel pumped, sweaty and.... fit, to say the least. For me anyway;-)

It's not easy when you're not the instructor up on the platform to cycle at FULL 10/10 speed with the resistance turned up on HIGH (relative to your fitness level). And the result of doing such a thing if of course the aches and pains in your thighs and lower legs.

But you keep peddling. You never stop. Even though it hurts, even though your speed is (embarrassingly) slow, you just musn't stop.
You know, in the words of Ms. instructor, 'this kind of pain doesn't last. It doesn't last. So give it all you can.'

In those few sentences, she's got a point to make in this course we call life. Maybe I'm being a bit soppy on what she said (mostly because that's what an instructor should be saying to the riders) but if it (pain that is) doesn't last, then just keep going, because eventually, it'll cease.

Until the next time you do it again.

In life, yes we go through some painful, difficult times, times which we seem to almost lose hope, and never have a single positive thought, but it will not last. Baby, it won't last.

But on the contrary

If we experience pain occasionally, therefore happiness is occasional too. Which mean, happiness doesn't last. It's kind of like, the law of conservation of happiness vs. pain.
Everything comes full circle.

What am I saying?
Not too sure. I just like riding on stationary bicycles and having the random self-indulgent thought.

Till next time.

word of the day: serendipity.
it will all get better with time

but they also say

all good things come to an end.


To remain hopeful in times which seem bleak - deserves applause.

Yes, we go through some rough patches

and we sail through nonchalantly

...

Oh baby. Where is the moon tonight. It looked so majestic last night, barely hiding behind the clouds.

I think that the emotion people fear the most is being alone.

I, for one, sometimes feel I might end up alone for some reason.

Anyway, I got back to Sydney today, and the weather was so unexcited to welcome the entourage back. GLOOM!

Coming back to Sydney is not something to shout about. Beginning second year isn't as bad as the beginning of first year (thank GOD) but yeah, after being looked after for the last three months, having to look after yourself for the next 9 is something that takes a while to get up and running again.

God bless all my friends and family. I miss them a lot :(
Extracted from Shine from Yahoo (11/2/2010):


As humans, we often focus on those who are negative or toxic leaving it difficult to appreciate those who are positive and healthy. Seeking out individuals with healthy, positive traits, however, may do a lot of good. The more we can surround ourselves with those who are positive and healthy, the more we may model those positive behaviors.

If you really think about it, once in awhile you come across a person who knocks you off your socks…legitimately. Maybe they have a fantastic outlook on life, even during difficult times. Maybe they are really humble, although they are extremely gifted. Maybe they make you feel special. All of these are good.

Below, I've listed some of the traits I admire most in people. Although I could probably list a dozen characteristics, I thought I’d list those that seem to be the rarest or most difficult to find.

Selflessness: In a world where many people don’t have the time or the interest in others, selflessness is a quality that seems to be less and less common. People can be selfless in the time they give, the ability to listen, their level of patience and the love that they give. Those who are giving and generous in nature have the power to make others feel loved, appreciated and special. While those who are self-absorbed tend to do the exact opposite.

Tolerance: Those people who are tolerant make us feel comfortable with who we are and special as individuals. All of us are different, and many of us have quirks and idiosyncrasies. After all, these differences make the world go round. Having the ability to accept people for who they are and not expect them to be who we want them to be is important in life, happiness and in the health of our relationships.

Genuineness: Having the ability to be real, authentic and honest is unique in a world where we put so much emphasis on the superficial. Feeling comfortable in one’s skin and being true to one’s self is one of the most beautiful traits one can possess. To have a REAL relationship with someone requires honesty…it requires hearing and giving input or feedback that may not always be popular…it means having the strength to tell it like it is and to not be afraid to face the consequences for doing so…it means loving people for who they really are…deep down…and not for what they appear to be.

Sensitivity: So often we are focused on what is important to ourselves that we can forget about those around us. Those who are sensitive are often thoughtful, appreciative and loving, in a way that makes you feel understood, valued and respected. Often, sensitive people are also smaking them mindful of how they impact others with what they do and say.

Integrity: Call me cynical, but I think this characteristic is especially difficult to find. In a time when people will do things that are underhanded to make an extra buck (Bernie Madoff…can you hear me?), expose their personal lives to the public so they can be famous (balloon boy’s dad and any other reality TV mongers) and do what feels good in the moment without necessarily thinking of the consequences (Tiger Woods), integrity is a characteristic that is especially unique today.

Humility: Whether someone is super-smart, extremely talented or drop-dead gorgeous, there is something extra special about them if they don’t come across as though they know it all the time. Humility in those that possess extraordinary traits make others feel special too.
It is good to increase one's inventory of words (if possible, on a day-to-day basis, just like your wealth) because it doesn't quite feel right when a much younger person speaks words you have never heard before in your life which when upon finding out what they mean, it turns out to be a rather speak-for-itself word and you go like "I can't believe I didn't know that one. My goodness."

I probably have an inflated ego that I don't speak off (and this is one mention of it - wow to ego) but I thoroughly don't enjoy being slapped in the face with things that I have not heard of before or not understand which someone of my age ought to.
This kind of event inadvertently permits my ego to label itself for the next couple of days as 'ignorant'. (on an embarassment scale of one to ten, this gets an '8.5')

I now don't think much of using long, bizarre sounding words when a shorter, concise equivalent would do the job. Hail to all ye sticklers of character-rich words, especially journalists who make the average layman all confused. But on the contrary, the average laymen should keep up just so that they don't puncture that ego of theirs (just like how mine does).

I can look back now and slap my then-ego for thinking that the more bombastic words I use, the better I'll score.
Utter rubbish!
Maybe there were some aspirations lying in all that ambition, but they either died, or the ambition took a different route instead.

Now, the aim is to always keep it simple.
Keep your writing simple.
Keep your everyday lives simple.
Everyday lives can avoid being a hassle-full drama if everyone just kept it simple and NOT instead make the simple, complex.
Such idiocy.

Ok, what on earth am I talking about.

Right. So.
I know that knowing words and using them are two different things, and the art of finding the apt words to use (which may get progressively harder as the inventory of words grows bigger) is certainly one to master if one desires to write well.
I am in no way a good writer(though writing a book would be quite an adventure), but I think this is a simple enough rule.
ANOTHER rule of thumb in good writing is also knowing the direction of your story/topic/discussion (as you can see clearly now that I'm a long-winded, beat-around-the bush pain)

All I think I want to say is that there is a fine line (or maybe not THAT fine) between good writing and excessively pretentious writing (unless if you're some award winning writer that no one fully understands etc etc).
Speak plainly and work on the things you want to say first. It helps if you want people to understand you.
But then again, the way you write is a peek into the type of person you are, somewhat. I guess the pretentious style shows you're... pretentious? And the defensive style, defensive?
Mine? Long-winded and non-directional. Yeap.

Words aren't just limited to the written form. Yes, speaking is important too. Some people have the ability to speak in a very engaging manner, while some others can explain something and you would understand it fully the first time round. Some are hilarious without being dirty/hurtful. Such admirable speaking qualities ain't it.

So, dear friends (and non-friends lol), strive for a better command of the language, by adding to your word inventory. Read more, speak more, watch more, and baby, you'll delight in the results.




*And the word of the day is : pensive*
What do you tell someone who is worried to stop worrying? Tell me, WHAT?

What if that someone was yourself? :S

I hate this looming day when I fly back to Sydney. Oh dear.
I know I shouldn't be thinking about it and just bask in the coming days as they arrive.

Oh dear. Another 9-10 (??) months of being away again.
I remember when I was younger, I had this little laminated card that could fit in the palm of my hand which I kept in my wallet. I can't remember who gave it to me, but I still remember what was written on that card.

On it, was a short extract from 1 Corinthians 13(:4) -
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

Back then, I remembered this verse by heart. It eventually got me reading the entire chapter, which I wrote down in full in a book (which has also long been missing). This chapter became my favourite excerpt from the Bible (long as it is) and I would write down bits and pieces from it every now and then.

I guess the novelty of these words being so beautiful wore off after it was quoted way too often by me, and so I soon forgot how to recite it by heart.

But now, with the goings-on of our world today, we may ask why all of it are happening.
So much pain, lies, deceit, wars, almost short of saying this world is so broken and damaged, picking up the pieces and putting them back together may never quite fix it to the way it was. We can be so quick to point our fingers at others and fail to see what we are short of within ourselves.

Where are our hearts? Where is the love?

I might have turned more secular as the years go by but I don't think I've lost my faith in the things I have always believed in. And I certainly don't think I love any less.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


(side note: When you speak of love, do not be confused with lust. There are many forms love takes, but never confuse it with lust.)


As I sit here wondering why I'm writing this, and reading this chapter from 1 Corinthians reminding myself how much I used to love it, I think this is part of growing up. You love a little more, but it seems a challenge when part of your world doesn't show to love itself more.


That little card I kept in my wallet has long been missing, but the words have stayed true.
will you still remember me
will it be like old times
will what you say still mean the same
10 years down the road?

will all the things I said
turn to dust
someday?
I hope not, because I only say
what I mean,
and what I mean comes straight from the heart

when I am with you
I remember how it was like
to feel like a kid again
you show me
what it was like to care
care so much that it could even hurt

I hope you'll be happy
when you grow up someday
just be who you are
for you are so beautiful
and remember
remember you
and me.
It's that time of the (overlapping of the) year again. Hello 2010!
Happy New Year to everyone!

Looking back at yesteryear, one always hopes for a better year ahead in 2010.
2009 bared itself a challenging one as well as one filled with many experiences that made me a stronger, more resilient person, with the entry into university, living abroad away from home, culture differences and everything in between. It was an enriching year.

It was unfortunate also, and utterly distressing at the end of 2009 when I received news of a friend's passing. I must say that it caught me off guard, as death always presents itself unforgivably.
I never had experienced such a thing before, not someone this close, no, not ever.
His death made me realise in its entirety the meaning of loss, for in his passing I shall only have the memories to keep. There isn't the him in person anymore. That's a very painful thing to accept.
I have to admit that the full impact of his demise did not sink in until two days after I got news of it. When it did, my mind was confused, full of disbelief and distress.
How can it be that God took him so early? How is it that this is not unfair? Why him, why now?
He was indeed, a person bursting with talent, his incredibly brilliant mind and knowledge. His impeccable English, something I could only dream of emulating, his libertarian spirit and enormous heart. For the person that he was, he will indeed be missed.
God bless his family. My condolences go out to them.

Goodbye Rajan. Have fun where you are, for eternity (:


Beneath the wide expanse
Of the night sky
Filled with the stars
I'm reminded
Of you
And how you have brighten
The lives of those you've met
Just like those stars
Of the night sky.

~In Memory of Rajan Rishyakaran, 1986-2009